It's a study in contrasts and seeming dichotomies-a skin mag crusading for social justice, even as its founder seems genuinely befuddled by justifiable criticism of his exploitation and objectification of women.

Some of the more interesting archived footage is eclipsed by the images of the magazine's celebrated centerfolds, as well as the dramatic reenactment of Hefner's life. All of this is offered in context, but makes it more entertaining than informative.

There are no performances worth calling attention to because there was no writer entrusted with developing character or dialogue, no director entrusted with more than making sure the suits look period-appropriate.